In December, 1992, I have found by chance this little spot: a garden, belonging to it a studio with a small bath room and a portico (an open hall as a passageway to the garden). I saw the old venerable house during its restoration. I was told that it had been a small cloister in earlier times. This I can well understand, because it stands beside the church of the small village, two kilometers away from the Mediterranean Sea. Although the garden was then full of building material, I felt something like love at first sight. Indeed, the room with the vault cover, belonging to the garden, promised to certainly become wonderful by the renovation. The other larger eight apartments didn't interest me.

This garden has developed during the past years into a small paradise. I am occupied for some days almost every month by maintaining the mainly exotic plants and by waiting for their blossoms.

However, my presence is also necessary to trim the plants and to prevent them from suffering of thirst. Also the oranges, tangerines, lemons and loquats (Nespole) have to be picked at the right time. The small, crammed garden, measuring not even 100 m², therefore needs my care urgently. It gives me well-beeing, I can keep myself fit with garden work and indulge in dreams....